And yes, it's a really lame excuse for not having posted lately because it's been better for a good three weeks now, but it's what I got.
So anyway, my back went out, and by "out" I mean couldn't walk, couldn't stand, couldn't sit, sure as hell couldn't work. I mean whimper every time I felt a sneeze coming on (because of course you know I had to get a freaking cold at the exact same time) because I knew it would hurt like hell. I mean crawl to the bathroom on my hands and knees, sobbing the whole way. Oh yeah, OUT.
Go ahead, ask me why I didn't go to the emergency room and get lovely joyous pain-relieving muscle relaxants (like everyone else has). Well, honestly, this pain was enough that I would gladly have ignored my usual no-drugs policy and dosed myself into oblivion, however, that would have left the kids essentially home alone while Daddy was at work all day. (Not a good idea. My kids would have had to call 911 in less than 2 hours.)
I went to the chiropractor instead. In the movie Jacob's Ladder, they have a chiropractor who is an angel. Definitely the most accurate portrayal of a chiropractor I've ever seen. I wasn't instantly well, but I'd say I walked out of there the first day feeling at least 30% better. I was probably willing at that time to have his child, had he requested it.
Now, the total cost of my back going out, including the week and a half I was out of work? $500. All this because my 3 year old had a fussy day and instead of stopping what I was doing to comfort her, I toted her around on my hip all day instead. And then I ignored the twinges in my back. And then I ignored the pain in my back and went to work anyway with an ice pack and a lot of aspirin.
Moral of my story: If my back is achey, I will go to the chiropractor ASAP and quit pretending to be Supermom and SuperPizzachick.
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